Before I begin telling you this little tidbit of my life living in a house of boys, I want to apologize to my mother. She’s going to be embarrassed a little. Not for her, but for me.

I remember very well my mother washing a load of laundry every morning when I was growing up. I don’t do that. I have three loads of laundry piled in my closet right now and one in the dryer. At least they are all clean though, right?

I can’t figure out how it jumps up on me. My husband dreads getting ready for work every morning. He says he never knows if he will be able to find two socks that match. I say, “Mismatched socks give you character.” He doesn’t really buy it though. Bless his heart. He rarely complains about my lack of laundry focus. He is probably afraid I’ll stop washing the clothes all together.

I have no problem admitting I’m not a laundry lover. As far as my list of Fabulous Housekeeping Habits is concerned, it ranks pretty low. It’s right down there with unloading the dishwasher. On the other hand, the boys love doing the laundry. Well, kind of. They love jumping on it, hiding in it and climbing on it. But most of all, they love dumping it out and using the baskets for race cars.

I think my lack of laundry love came about a year ago. I started finding it impossible to fold clothes with the boys hanging around. One day I folded several loads and left them neatly stacked on the bed while I answered the phone. I came back to find half of them dumped on the floor with Gavin lying under one of Lee’s shirts saying, “Look Mommy, I’m Daddy.” This happened more than once.

Now I just figure I have to choose my battles and choose my chores. Laundry may be worth doing, but it’s not worth fussing about.

Eva Faircloth is a former newspaper editor and current Mary Kay independent sales director who resides in Loxley with her husband, Lee, and two sons, Gavin and Ethan. She can be reached at eva@cyrisoft.com.